"Really? Then why didn't you say something when I called you Luo Xueyi?" Su Yu asked.
Saint Lady was stunned and said blankly, "This ... this isn't something that I was paying much attention to."
Su Yu shook his head, reached for a scratch on her body, and shattered something, revealing the pure and beautiful truth of Saint Lady.
"So, do you remember whose that face is?" Su Yu condensed a mirror in front of her.
Saint Lady was even more at a loss and stammered, "I, I ... who is this? Why do I have two faces? My husband! What is going on here?"
She was a little scared, and she approached Su Yu pitifully.
Su Yu was unmoved and said indifferently, "I am not your husband."
The girl's body went stiff, and the wetness in her eyes turned into tears. Her shoulders shivered and she looked lonely and desolate.
Su Yu sighed to himself, "What a realistic dream!"